‘Muling,’ Raul states. ‘He could have already been.’
‘He may have heard of it from 1 of those. That might have been their loose end.’
Raul pats her shoulder. ‘That’s good. We’ll never know without a doubt, but it makes more sense than the hearing-it-from-a-friend idea.’
She smiles in the praise, but a little. She knows where this is certainly going, Raul thinks. A woman slightly less intelligent might not, a woman who had not recently been r***d might not, but this woman checks both bins.
‘Quinton has a flavour for girls.’
‘How young?’ she requires.
‘Oliver said thirteen or fourteen.’
‘Jesus.’
‘It gets far worse. Do you wish to hear?’
‘No, but tell me anyway.’
‘There was at minimum one event – he told Oliver it was only 1, for just what that is well worth – when there was clearly
